Bob gazed with interest at the young man. He had seen the fellow before, and knew him to be the son of a wealthy merchant of New York.
“I was going to take a picture of still life around the barn,” explained the newcomer. “But this suits me better.”
“Go on about yer business,” snarled Joel Carrow.
“What are you chasing that boy for?”
“None o’ yer business, Frank Landes. Clear out, afore I set the dogs on you!”
“I must say you are in a very amiable mood this morning, Carrow,” laughed Frank Landes, without shifting his position.
“Are yer goin’?”
“Not just yet. I saw you try to strike the boy, and I’m curious to know what it’s all about.”
“You have no right on my place.”
“That’s true, Carrow, in one way, but not in another.”